Category: napowrimo
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Day 17.1: NaPoWriMo 2021
Miz Quickly’s Day 17.1 Process Note: This rewrite is for Lisa who was sad that I omitted the bit about the cat. But then it all felt slightly unseasoned, so I added a sinister wolf. Now it just needs three little pigs (I’ll credit Vinny for his subliminal message). Crouching in the Bedsheets Winter.Time to…
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Day 23: NaPoWriMo
Day 23: Miz Quickly & PA, and a Haibun for dVerse Poets. Like Unplugging I. (for Miz Quickly & PA) Just A Few Desires, yes, a few likeseeing brilliance rising offthe sea, morning sky that’s an aquamarine-holiday colour,and white-dashed beachesso bright that your eyes sting, and silence,yes, silence from radio voices.And I still want sex…
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Day 22: NaPoWriMo 2021
Day 22: Miz Quickly’s Impossible prompt and PA’s Animal prompt Haunted Fog I.Blind Fog The cliffs drop offinto whiteness,a blue and grey brewof updrafts and silk.The air, it feelshaunted by fog.That chill,is proof of it all. II.Delirium Fog Four crows on the lawn,appeared from nowhere.Stepped through someinterior door, and broughta delirium fog with them.…
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Day 21: NaPoWriMo 2021
Day 21: Miz Quickly’s Emotion and PA’s Ekphrasis Poem The Postman’s Daughter There was a time of innocence.A child’s care with tinsel and looping bobbles on branch ends, but sky always overclouded, darkened with flaws of grey.A postman’s daughter knows — Christmas is not a happy time. A postman’s feet are worlds of pain. A delivery of misery…
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Day 20: NaPoWriMo 2021
Miz Quickly’s Day 20“Important” and PA’s (blank) You prompt I.Autumn Song I hear red-rust hedgerows, sooty leaves, and daylight that only exists for the sun to snag and spin to gold. How long have I been adrift in autumn’s wordless vapours? II. Was It You? Hello, did you touch my shoulder?…
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Day 19: NaPoWriMo 2021
A Bad Day for Smoke and Mirrors I. When Plato said, Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder … he forgot about mirrors. II. And who said Only good comes from self-revelation. My frame is tipsy with gravity and in need of scaffolding, my knees crack when I stand, a noise to wake the…
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Day 18: NaPoWriMo 2021
Day 18: Miz Quickly’s Part 3 and PA’s Thursday prompt Genre: A Still Life with Dead Game, Fruits and Vegetables in a Market by Frans Snyders c. 1614 This is the Thursday market.It’s a voice sticky, thick and red.A still life of lifeless animals,dead birds and gluey fruit.Flies rise and settle on skeweredcorpses of feathered…
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Day 17: NaPoWriMo 2021
Miz Quickly’s Part 2 Cento Rework & PA’s Object Crouching in the Bedsheets (Part 2: Reworking) Winter. Time to eat fat, to fight against walls and blankets, and a tapestry of pewter mornings. Winter bleaching porcelain and sunsets, and grinning like Houdini eyes. It crouches, heroic, and rides the spaces you pass through, roadside trails…
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Day 16: NaPoWriMo 2021
Miz Quickly’s Cento Poem Famine Crouches in the Bedsheets Winter.Time to eat fat,to fight againstwalls and blankets.Winterfixed in a tapestry andbleaching in the sunset.Famine crouches in the horizons you ride,the space you pass through.Heroic trailsof beer bottlesand dead birds on the roadside. Winter is that cat,the colour of pewter mornings.Make it be spring, a porcelain…
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Day 15: NaPoWriMo 2021
The Halfway Point mid-November leaves hang gold and metal, a breathless limp of (read more …)
It's Still Life 